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Wednesday, April 02, 2008

Day 17 PARIS

Last day in Paris.Out the doorway for a quick morning spin in the neighborhood. The cafe next door..Up to Boulevard St. Germain - overcast grey skies comme habitude...Setting up....Le boucher...The baker is baking.the window still life Three hounds enter. Ahem...

26 comments:

Carol. What a real pleasure seeing Paris, through you eyes, your lens, and your art, these recent weeks.Upon your return; look around.Even in the city, I'm sure you'll be welcomed by the first, budding, signs of glorious spring, on the cusp!Welcome home!

So, when I wasn't looking, basking in the Malasian sun you were busy shooting in Paris! I hope you had a great time and that you will be back soon.Meanwhile, please continue your New York reportage, I just enjoy them so much,. Yes I don't often comment but I regularly come and always take great pleasure at your fabulous pictures and pleasant explanations.

Carol~I feel the same feelings that Wm T. ternay expressesso well. Welcome home and thank you for sharing Paris. Breakfast is always the most important meal of the day...yours, of course. Happy Spring~!

Your post is brimming with affection for this place you'll be leaving, but then, we all know you'll carry it around with you and it will inspire you a thousand-fold in your wonderful art! As always, thanks for taking me along for the ride! Loved those dogs. ;))sue

I know, I know....these are the things that touch a Francophile's heart. I can feel the tears welling up (at least at the prospect of the flight back). Love the "puck puck"--so French, so understated, so funny. Dumb but necessary question: how cold did it feel? Did you want boots and a heavy coat, or were you able to manage with layers? We want to stay warm, but if we could get away without packing in BULK, it would be easier.

Truly a sentimental journey round your 'hood. Three dogs in Paul's!! I'd heard such behavior is common in France, dogs in restaurants, dogs in shops....sadly, when I walk Ozzie to Borders (it's about a mile), I heve to tie him to the column on the front of the store to wait while I get a mocha and a book. Ozzie LOVES it. He wags at every passing person as if each one might be his long lost brother or sister! I took him to work for 3 days after we lost power in an ice storm (This is, after all, the Kansas Frontier!) and he was a perfect gentleman. Why can't Oz go into the bakery with me? What do you mean, he's welcome but I am on a diet, Euro or otherwise? Hmph! Safe travels!

Quelle chance..Paris just remains as true to itself as ever. you have captured daily life perfectly these past days, and brought back all kinds of memories. all those grey skies, somehow never depressed me as it did in Brussels. Paris is just incontournable, as you have pointed out.

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